The House That Never Sleeps

It's quiet now, everyone has come and gone
Just shadows on darkened walls remain
The sky brightens as lightning hits the dawn
and winds blow trees against the panes

From upstairs comes a creepy sound
the mildewed curtains fall with grace
but now there's no one else around
except the ghosts who haunt this place

A happy family once walked these halls
a man, his child, and his wife
but bitter words were then recalled
like a serpent about to strike

A drink of death was on his lips
as heated words bounced around the room
In drunken hands the gun was slipped
sealing them in this house of gloom

He raised his arm, he pulled the trigger
and his wife fell down limp
upon the carpet soaked with liquor
He didn't know where his love had went

Look what he's done in his hate
his wife lay dead on the floor
and his son could not relate
when he opened up the door

He saw the pain in his son's eyes
as he gave witness to what was done
No way could he resort to lies
so once again, he shot the gun

Now two bodies, lay there together
blood stains growing on the floor
Both in arms bound to each other
maybe there should be one more

He takes the gun to his neck
one last thought before he shoots
All he loved in life now dead
in their wake he gives pursuit

Now all is quiet in the night
but sometimes you'll hear them weep
haunted tears of regret they cry
in the house that never sleeps